Asylum

Chapter 1

I stretched my arms out, my body going numb. I was seriously tired. I seriously wanted to just knock some of those government officials heads in. Oh well. Sleep is necessary right now. No government crap. Besides England was coming to visit and I don't want to have that dude see me like this. He'd be all like, "Bro! Your weak! I'm gonna shoot you!"

But I was so pissed that when he came to visit, I screamed at him almost right away.

"What the hell do you want!?" England flinched, his eyes widening. He glares.

"Look you bloody git, you're the one who asked me to come over so I won't hear anything out of your mouth like that again, understand?" He sounded stressed. Now I've got a head ache.

I rub my temples, getting up from where I sat on my couch. I go into the kitchen getting some pain killers. I grab a glass fill it with water and swallow the nasty pills. Then I turn to England, anger flaring in me.

"You can't tell me what to do old man! I'm freakin' independent! Forget much!?"

"All I'm doing is visiting because you asked me to! I'll leave if you want me to!"

"No wonder France hated you! (I wasn't listening) All you do is absessing over something, over, and over again! You talk to fairies for christ's sakes! You should be sent to a, what are they called… Oh yeah! The asylum!" I was angry over everything that happened today. I regretted every word. England began to cry, no sobs escaping his lips. His lips pulled into a snarl and he squinted his eyes a little. I looked more than angry. He looked like an angry, and hungry wolf.

"You. Take. That. Back!" he snarls, ending every word with a sharp hiss. His face began turning red, and I could tell I made him angry.

"Dude I'm so-"

"MY NAME IS NOT DUDE! TAKE IT BACK!" he screams, picking up a glass vase I got from China. He throws it at me. I easily dodge, but the glass broke not in big chunks, but into little fragments. All of them. I gulped, sweat rolling down my face.

England stood there, huffing and puffing, his face still streaked with tears. Then his voice breaks. He looks down the floor and begins to sob.

"You have no idea what it's like! You have none whatsoever you bloody bastard! You don't know! You'll never know!" he keeps repeating these words, and I honestly feel bad about.

I walk up to him, and give him a tight hug. "I'm sorry Iggy. I'm so sorry…" I murmur into his hair. That's when I feel him flinch. I pull him back to look at his face.

He's still crying, but now he's smiling like that cat from Alice in Wonderland. Then he laughs. "Iggy?"

"Oh bloody, what a good idea! I should send you there! Make you live my sufferings!" He starts laughing again, saying the same stuff over and over again.

"Into the shoes of another, living the life of the other. Feeling the same air of the other. Feeling the pain of the other. Witch of darkness within my heart SEND HIM TO MY HELL!"

He lifted his hands, sending a blob of green smoke right at me. I couldn't dodge it. The next thing I knew I was out like a light.